he met me in the guest house
he said he loved me in the
guest house
he loved me weeping in the
guest house, guest house
over guest house

he met again in the guest house
we were happy in the guest house
we promise never to leave the guest
house guest house
guest house over guest house

He found me in the chambers of the heart,
Whispered love within its transient art.
He loved me weeping, in that borrowed space,
The Guest House, where all feelings find their trace.
Our Guest House.

He met me once again within that hold,
Where joy, a fragile story, was unrolled.
We vowed, we swore, we'd never leave that keep,
The Guest House, where all secrets softly sleep.
Guest House.
Our Guest House.